CRIKEY
Posted 4/9/2013 8:43:00 AM

The household is humming these days as we have a houseguest – an exchange student from Australia. He’s a lovely 14 year old from Melbourne, and we will be sending Ronan there in the fall to stay with his family: hence the exchange. We picked him up at the airport on Friday, and, sadly, he wasn’t aware it was Speak with a Bad Australian Accent Day in Canada, because that’s what we’ve been doing. Personally, I can’t help it. It happens to me every time I travel, or when I’m in the proximity of someone who speaks differently than I do. I end up helplessly mimicking them, right to their face. It’s not as if Mark even has a strong accent. He doesn’t at all, but I’m all: “Maaahk, do yew wont to go to the maaaaahkaet?”, and “Maaaaaahk, we need to get yew some TTC teekits!”, and “Maaaaahk, come for deeena! We’re having cheeekin!” He is, I’m sure, convinced I am an utter moron. It doesn’t help that I have this SNL skit stuck in my head:

Luckily, Maaaaahk has a great sense of humour (humaaah), and has started mimicking us mimicking him. Last night, when I asked him what he wanted for deena, he said “Kangaroo, I guess”. Too bad, because I had shrimp on the Bar-B.

Want to see the video, check it out http://www.q107.com/blog/moremo.aspx

Kim Mitchell’s Classic Rock Studio Sessions - Rock & Roll Duty

Have you ever wondered what it was like in the recording studio? Kim Mitchell takes you there with the Classic Rock Studio Sessions. This weeks feature is Rock & Roll Duty. Kim will isolate each instrument and vocal take. You will also hear solos that never made it on the final mix. This exclusive feature airs every day this week at 3:20pm. 

If you want to hear the tracks, check them out online at http://www.q107.com/Blogs/AkimboAblogo/Home.aspx

FUO FYI


Hello! Where’ve you been? What? Me? Oh nothing, really. Just a little brush with mortality, that’s all. Just a little death, disease and pestilence that I didn’t want to bore you with, but everything’s, fine now. No, really. It is. And to make up for the long silence, this is an extra long post. You can read it in chapters. Go and get a coffee, or a better yet, a martini. Go ahead, I’ll wait.

For lack of a better term, I came down with a fever. At the end of January. Just a little one at first. Just a generalized, achy feeling that hovered around for a week or two. No big deal. But by Valentine’s Day, it started to creep up. I’d be glazed over by dinnertime, and then by bedtime I’d be hot as blazes, and not in a good way. I went to the doctor and the doctor said “No more monkeys jumping on the bed”. She also ran a bunch of tests: blood, urine, chest X-ray. Nothing. A week later I was SO hot blooded that when she checked it to see, I had a fever of 103. More tests: this time, my blood count had dropped. The doctor started to get concerned. Because I had been away at Christmas, I was tested for malaria and for dengue (cue the tom-toms beating in the jungle). Nada.  Still the fever continued, spiking at night where I would wake up absolutely soaked. We had to change the sheets and pillowcases several times a night. John called me the human humidifier. I had absolutely no other symptoms. The doctors were stumped.

But not me. Oh no. Thanks to many hours on the Internet, I had it narrowed down to leukemia, lymphoma or anaplastic anemia. As one who has already received extremely bad medical news once in her life, I figured I’d just save the doctors the trouble. Keep in mind that I had NO REAL VALID REASON TO BELIEVE THIS. There are many explanations for a FUO (Fever of Unknown Origin), but I went straight for the worse case scenario. I was weepy, but organized. I started projecting: cremation, not burial. No lilies. John would have to sell the house. They could move closer to Ronan’s school, but will need a yard for dogs. So that’s where I was when I finally found an infectious disease specialist, a high school friend of my sister’s, who checked me out, ran some more tests, and essentially said pish tosh. This is viral. You’ll start feeling better eventually.

But when I didn’t, and started popping up with other symptoms (swollen lymph glands, head to toe itchiness), they stepped up the testing: CT scan, MRI, biopsy. I stepped up the list making: I had the funeral music playlist done, and headstone designed (I know I said cremation, not burial, but I wasn’t rational). At this point, lymphoma surged ahead as the most likely candidate, and the medical team expanded to include a hematologist. In case you’ve been listening, I did in fact work throughout this whole period. I would get up, spend six hours laughing (and sweating) with my radio pals across the nation, and then go back to bed. Sometimes, I would make it to the chair in the family room. Two weeks ago, I made it as far as Vermont, for a long-in-the-planning family ski trip. I didn’t do much skiing: too busy writing my obituary. Meanwhile, as the results of the tests started to trickle in, the symptoms … started to disappear. Finally, last Thursday, I received the final diagnosis: not lymphoma. Not leukemia. Nothing life threatening.  What I most likely had was a crazy viral infection followed by an intense immune system reaction. And, like a deranged villain in a Western, after shooting up everything in sight, it just rode out of town. Meaning I’m fine. Ten pounds lighter, and a little shaken up, but fine.

You may have had a Good Friday, but we had a great one. I apologize for the long silence, but just didn’t have much to blog about while I was staring the Specter of Death in the eye socket. It has been a humbling experience, as this came out of nowhere, and could happen to anyone. There’s no rhyme or reason as to why I get to walk away once again, when so many others do not. But for that, I am most grateful.

AND I have the details of my funerale all sorted out. So I got that going for me. Which is nice.

Every Second Counts-Incorrect Guesses


We start with $500 at 7:40am and play at 10:40am, 1:40pm, 3:40pm, 5:40pm and 7:40pm until we get a winner adding $100 each play, Derringer adds $500 each morning.

Incorrect Guesses

Brownsville Station Smokin’ In The Boys Room

Thin Lizzy The Boys Are Back In Town

Nirvana In Bloom

Motley Crue Smokin’ in the Boys Room

Rush Tom Sawyer

Baba O’ Riley The Who

Cream I Feel Free

Aerosmith-Deuces are Wild

Cream- White Room

Steppenwolf – Sookie Sookie

Eagles Victim of Love

Eric Clapton After Midnight

Foghat Fool for the City

Trooper Raise A Little Hell

The Who Who Won’t Get Fooled Again

Evil Woman ELO

Scorpions I’d Love to Change the World

The Who Who Are You

Deep Purple- Kentucky Women

Trooper – Raise A Little Hell

Lazy Deep Purple

Motley Crue Danger

Deep Purple Hush

Ted Nugent- Cat Scratch Fever

What do YOU do in the shower?

What do YOU do in the shower?

I thought this was pretty interesting.  What do we do in the shower? We think. That’s the word from a survey of adults conducted by Water Pik Inc.

•             64% of women think about their to-do lists in the shower, compared with 48% of men.

•             66% of men admit to showering with another adult for intimacy, compared with 55% of women who admit to having an intimate shower.

•             Men shower an average of only two minutes less than women (14 minutes for women vs. 12 minutes for men).

•             50% of moms say they use the shower as a time to escape, compared to only 28% of dads and 29% of women without children.

•             More than half (53%) of moms always feel rushed to get out of the shower to take care of their family, compared to 27% of dads.

What do you do or think about in the shower?  I have a friend who says he sings ‘O Canada’ 3 times in a row.  When he’s done signing, he’s done in the shower.  How ‘bout you?

Class 101 - The Fake Argument: How to Promote Record & Tour Ticket Sales

There’s allegedly a bit of a ‘spat’ currently ‘raging’ in the UK between one current and one former member of a certain washed-up UK rock band that formed in the 1980s.

However, I’m not going to name either party. The reason? Because it an evidently a ‘made-up’, meaningless argument. It is a shallow attempt by the press guys of two bands to promote a UK tour for the accuser, and a new UK album release for the accused. Both are obviously failing to sell.

Come on fellas. Give us rock fans more credit than concocting petty disputes to bring attention to your promotional activity. Use your imagination!

What else do press folk for bands do that really hacks you off?

P.S. Now here’s a great example of a band doing something newsworthy. Kiss dedicates an acoustic version of one their songs to a fan and ticket holder to one of their Australian gigs who was tragically murdered before the gig.

Every Second Counts-Incorrect Guesses

Posted 3/18/2013 10:10:00 AM

We start with $500 at 7:40am and play at 10:40am, 1:40pm, 3:40pm, 5:40pm and 7:40pm until we get a winner adding $100 each play, Derringer adds $500 each morning.

Incorrect Guesses

Eagles Victim of Love

Eric Clapton After Midnight

Foghat Fool for the City

Trooper Raise A Little Hell

The Who Who Won’t Get Fooled Again

Evil Woman ELO

Scorpions I’d Love to Change the World

The Who Who Are You

Deep Purple- Kentucky Women

Trooper – Raise A Little Hell

Lazy Deep Purple

Motley Crue Danger

Smokin’ in the Boys Room Deep Purple

Deep Purple Hush

Ted Nugent- Cat Scratch Fever

Youngins take on The Beatles

Running Violet popped by the studio to cover Beatles tune. For a young band, their classic rock influences are right on point. Zeppelin, The Beatles and Pink Floyd to name a few. You can see them live on March 30th at The Comfort Zone (Silver Dollar).

To here some of their tracks, check out http://www.q107.com/Blogs/ClassicRockDisCOVERySeries/BlogEntry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10518869

Fancy a Pint?

Iron Maiden is the latest rock band to introduce its own branded alcohol. Following hard on the heels of AC/DC wine and Joe Elliot’s (of Def Leppard) Down ‘N’ Outz ale comes Trooper; a premium British beer created by real-ale enthusiast and Maiden frontman Bruce Dickenson and his bandmates.

Apparently, it took an ‘awful lot’ of repeat visits to the Robinson’s Brewery in Stockport before Dickenson decided they’d got the taste exactly right! Tough job, but someone’s got to do it!

And how does it taste? Apparently it is, “a deep golden ale with a subtle hint of lemon.” Delicious.

If you fancy a pint or two, you can order it from the dedicated Iron Maiden Beer website from May 2013. Cheers!

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